In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

If a given combination of trees, mountains, water, and houses, say a landscape, is beautiful, it is not so by itself, but because of me, of my favor, of the idea or feeling I attach to it.

Since photography gives us every guarantee of exactitude that we could desire (they really believe that, the mad fools !), then photography and art are the same thing.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.

When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.